[Mild Horror + Dark Comedy + Game Descends + Paranormal Invasion + Nonhuman Protagonist]
(Note: The protagonist is a monster. Cuteness is just a little garnish, so stop saying my writing swings between cruelty and exploitation. When she washed her belly first thing in the morning, the stuff that came out was clothing fibers and belt buckles, wasn’t it? And if the wind picks up, her face gets blown all over the place, too!)
I woke up in a mirror, with another person’s features still lingering on my face. The woman in the glass had a pale, slender face, and damp hair clung to her cheeks. I raised a hand and touched her. She did the same. Neither of us said a word.
Who am I? My memories say I’m supposed to be Su Yan. Su Yan’s memories really are crammed into my head, but to me, they’re nothing more than someone else’s diary. It’s true that I have all of Su Yan’s memories and social connections. I can’t say for certain that I can completely sever ties with her. But when I raise a knife and stand before the people and things she once cherished, do they, or I, believe that I’m Su Yan?
The features in the mirror gradually blurred and twisted. Maybe who I am doesn’t matter. The one truth I can be certain of, above all others and even myself, is…
“...I’m so hungry! I’m starving to death!”
The girl before the mirror, radiating the melancholy aura of a philosopher, instantly crumbled. She kicked the mirror and the wall behind it to pieces.
Below lay the city at night. A three-meter-wide fissure split the ground, and a purple-black, fleshy plant burst from the earth and swallowed a dazed drunk. People on the street screamed and scattered, while in the distance, the glass curtain walls reflected absurd patches of light, like the end of the world.
Under everyone’s gaze, the black-haired girl spread her arms in a gesture that seemed to embrace the whole world, then plunged down with a thunderous crash
